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I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. . Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. "The gen'l'man as hired us," replied the chairman. ‘And I am delighted to see that you are ready to admit that the Charvills—or rather the Valades—are indeed your affair. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. Heedless, however, of the consequences, he pursued his task. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. "How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs.
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